Wind Poem by Areese Woodson

The only thing cancer let him take control of was his mind.

On another part of Earth...
As the sun started to dilute in a seamless fusion-
An autumn lit ambient stretched across,
Cleaning brushes of street lamps,
Giving them each life as a canvas,
Wearing illustrations of an esoteric sound dancing with pieces of clouds,
While rustling tree leaves,
Reminding itself of a camouflage bug.
As his mind took time for calming,
The seasons seemed to come and go as they pleased.

A knock would touch the window,
Then squeeze through;
This story would tell him he's still alive.
Some nights he would run back to his mind,
Where a pair of eyes would wink
And scope sheets-
Words lying,
Pages that braid with a confession full of hues.
He promised himself he would show them to the woman with big hazel eyes,
Fearful as the sun-
Beams from the windows where her easel resided.

He showed her the pages in the form of a horizon,
Before he became the Earth.
As time traveled with the clouds,
She studied that horizon
Until she too became the other form.
Eyes to eyes once again-
She showed him her confession in the form of wind.

A young mother listens as she clutches her baby in her fur coat-
Smiles and says,
'My love for you is as eternal as the winds.